How Does My Dog Know I Love Him
RIP MY FRIEND
His time on earth has come to an end, he is missed, he is loved.
Brody spent the early years playing and swimming in The America River in Sacramento, California.
Brody spent the early years playing and swimming in The America River in Sacramento, California.
Brody spent the early years playing and swimming in The America River in Sacramento, California.
We’ve lived together since he was old enough to leave his mother, I refused to breastfeed him. German Shephard mixed with Pit Bull makes for an exciting combination; we’ve experienced many situations where it worked to our advantage. The time three Germain Shephards went after him, I was thankful for his size, power, speed, reflexes, sharp teeth, thick skin, and quick thinking.
He went in after the tennis ball and came out with a melon size rock. He never looked back.
Brody spent the early years playing and swimming in The America River in Sacramento, California.
Brody spent the early years playing and swimming in The America River in Sacramento, California.
As a puppy, Brody would swim out to the middle of the American River in Sacramento, California, to fetch a tennis ball; it lasted about a week. Then, he came up with a new game he liked better; it is called drag the large rock out of the river to be picked up and thrown back in. the photo shows his first rock He once spent three and a half hours dragging and barking this rock.
Walking off-leash got us in trouble many times, but it was good trouble.
Brody spent the early years playing and swimming in The America River in Sacramento, California.
Riding shotgun in a truck is comfortable for a while but, it does get old after a few hundred miles.
2009 was the year of my birth, and when the reality of life hit me like a train on steroids, I enjoyed it. We went to the river almost every day, swimming out in nature. We lived in the great California Delta region, where there are more trees than buildings, more birds than people, and more water than pavement.
Riding shotgun in a truck is comfortable for a while but, it does get old after a few hundred miles.
Riding shotgun in a truck is comfortable for a while but, it does get old after a few hundred miles.
Riding shotgun in a truck is comfortable for a while but, it does get old after a few hundred miles.
We would drive for two to three hours, rest for twenty minutes, and then drive another two or three hours, time after time after time. It was a great way, not only to see the land but also to feel it. Spending two weeks on a lake in central Texas and two more in southeastern Florida one year and the following year two weeks in the Black Hills of South Dakota and two more in Moab, Utah.
This is in 2013 outside Taos, New Mexico; Brody explores a deserted pig farm.
Riding shotgun in a truck is comfortable for a while but, it does get old after a few hundred miles.
This is in 2013 outside Taos, New Mexico; Brody explores a deserted pig farm.
Good lifetime companions are essential. We didn’t agree on everything, but we were in locked step when it came to spending time outdoors and exploring America together. Here Brody enjoys walking in the hills. Prior to the click of the lens Brody was told to look at the camera which he did.
Many fathoms beneath the sea of life, he floats submerged, yet he breathes.
Riding shotgun in a truck is comfortable for a while but, it does get old after a few hundred miles.
This is in 2013 outside Taos, New Mexico; Brody explores a deserted pig farm.
Few of his breed will see twelve years old; he would have seen more if not for bad knees. He rests comfortably as he remanences. The stroll down the path of his life brings delight to the heart. Lord, I’ve been blessed beyond my dreams, is what he thinks as his eyes glaze over. While living the American experience, the memory documents the adventures
Brody Makes Friends!
He enjoys riding shotgun
He likes states with water
He enjoys riding shotgun
He makes himself comfortable on long rides, he has logged thousands of miles, on the road.
He has his routine
He likes states with water
He enjoys riding shotgun
Twice a day Brody gets his playtime chasing and barking at a, grapefruit, size rock,
He likes states with water
He likes states with water
He likes states with water
Interstate travel has it challengers, some states have no water in their rivers.
Back seat, between naps
He sits still, occasionally
He likes states with water
Roughly two hours of riding between bathroom breaks, he sleeps a lot on the road.
Comfortable on a boat
He sits still, occasionally
He sits still, occasionally
He's as comfortable on the water as he is on land. The San Joaquin River, California.
He sits still, occasionally
He sits still, occasionally
He sits still, occasionally
Brody sits still for a minute, then off to explore the terrain. Here he enjoys the deserts of Utah.
Clear Lake California
Brody, admires the view from the top of a mountain, over looking Clear Lake in California. Click on the Brody image to go to the Clear Lake Chamber of Commerce link.
A beach in Northern California
Brody's first time on an, ocean, beach; Arcadia California. He is comfortable in frigid and ranging rivers, vast lakes and muddy sloughs; don't let a wave hit him in the ankle.
Road stories
The Colorado River Bullhead City, AZ.
Geronimo surrendered in Skeleton Canyon, AZ.
Geronimo surrendered in Skeleton Canyon, AZ.
He loves his time in or near the Colorado River, hes spent a lot of time here .
Geronimo surrendered in Skeleton Canyon, AZ.
Geronimo surrendered in Skeleton Canyon, AZ.
Geronimo surrendered in Skeleton Canyon, AZ.
Brody rests while the plaque is read, we pent a week near Bisbee, AZ
A bridge on the Colorado River, Moab, CO.
Geronimo surrendered in Skeleton Canyon, AZ.
A bridge on the Colorado River, Moab, CO.
The Colorado River outside, The Arches National Monument, UT.
Zions National Monument in Utah
Brody's attics create humorous episodes; here I turned to see him hugging a large rock. We had been on the road for weeks, in the desert grapefruit size rocks are scares. It was before I began carrying a supply of rocks for him to play with. Brody is trying to drag this rock over to me to throw for him.
The joy he spreads cannot be described in words only, to know him is to love him
Most of my time is spent pounding on a keyboard, but we go out twice a day to play. His favorite game involves running, jumping, barking, and dragging a large rock out of a river. One morning he came down wrong and squealed in pain as his hind legs bucked. He is getting up in age; I knew there would be a time when physical obstacles would arise. The good news is that both back hips are good; the bad news is that the knees aren’t.
The most popular option with a ten-year-old dog, his size, is to keep him comfortable until he can no longer walk, if I follow doctors’ orders, that would be a year or two. Another option and the one most prescribe for smaller or younger animals is surgery. I was told in Brody's case he should have the operation because he is healthy and his hips are good. The procedure will give him a better quality of life and a few more years. If both legs are in pain, Brody will not have a good leg to stand on. He also needs one good leg to get up with.
"Brody says collection,"
He is comfortable no matter where he is
